January 3, 2012

• Friendship

  Five years ago, on a cold February day, a few women came to my house for a playdate. We never could have guessed what would come from this playdate.

  Prior to that I had been invited to my cousin's monthly playdate. I loved going and I enjoyed the company of these other moms walking along the same path as me...but I didn't go to church with these women. It got me thinking, "Why can't I have my own monthly playdate?"

  So I sent out an e-mail, and invited about 4 or 5 moms into my home.

  Last week I went to my mail box and had a letter from my friend Heather. What was this?

  I opened it and read this: 

  A Tribute to Friendship

  "Once upon a time God brought a group of women together in the name of motherhood. A simple plan for a monthly playdate with children sparked friendships that will last a lifetime. The group did not always look like it does today. A couple of moms moved on and another earned her way into the group with the birth of her first child. The children who played together, in those early days, were later joined by siblings who have the privilege of being parented by women who are a little older and a little wiser. These women did not become friends by change. Each woman, at her own time, attended MOPS. Although some have graduated, a few remain, serving the women who are living similar lives with little ones at home.

   Conversations that once revolved around sleepless nights and temper tantrums have matured into beautiful words of confession, encouragement, and honesty. The getting-too-know-you years have been replaced with an intimacy unique to these women. A look, a nudge, or a smile can be translated into a story. Quiet conversation can quickly turn into a debate or uncontrollable laughter. There is intention in this group. No need for small talk. If they have something to say, they say it. If their feelings are hurt or they disagree, it is safe to say so. Some of the women are quiet and some do no hesitate to be heard. Each of them have been home full-time at some point and understand the importance of Christn mother in a world that appreciates a different view. Their annual reunion is intertwined with brief encounters over coffee, a quick text, a phone call, or the random chance to talk at length. Each instance leaves them feeling blessed. Two of these women are sisters by blood, but they are all sisters in Christ. 

  I am honored to be one of the women. There are times when I leave them feeling challenged by a topic I cannnot get off my mind. I am stretched to understand their points of view. I am sometimes convicted by their words, yet I am comforted in knowing we all cling to the same God. I know who to call for a much-needed reality check. I know what will make them laugh. Much to my surprise I have discovered this type of friendship is rare. When you are living out your life with women by your side, it is easy to understand how lonely life would be without them.

  This tribute is dedicate to our dear friend, Lesli, who will be living her life in a different state in 2012. Let this adventure challenge us in new ways to honor God as we endure the distance that will quickly come between us. And let us thank God for the technology that will keep us close.

  She is clothed with strength and dignity, and she laughs without fear of the future. Proverbs 31:25"

  WOW! Tears streamed down my face!

  What a wonderful letter to receive.

  I know there are many lonely moms who will read and may fight jealousy in their hearts. But that's not why I post! I post because this group didn't just happen. We opened our homes, our lives (even the ugly parts), and our hearts to each other. We made this group a priority. We were intentional! 

  If you are craving more community with others, then be intentional! Open your messy home, your messy life, and your willing heart...then watch God move!

  Thanks Heather for the letter! Love you friend!

  Lori, Darci, Heather, Heather, Lesli
   

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